My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 528 Are they flattering each other? (Extra update)

Chapter 528: 528 Are they flattering each other? (Extra update)

Everyone instinctively turned to look at Lin Tang’s office desk and then at their own, with somewhat sheepish expressions.

So embarrassing!

Upon comparison, their own desks were really an eyesore.

Lin Tang smiled and said, "Everyone has their own unique style, the most important thing is to do your job well, the flashy exterior is secondary."

Her emotional intelligence was really on point.

Even if the colleagues from the Technology Department didn’t care about Yang Lao’s comments, hearing these words made them feel a lot better.

Qiao Cheng crumpled up the trash on his desk and tossed it into the wastebasket at his feet, his mouth not stopping either.

"Good is good, we should learn from Comrade Xiaolin, her office desk is indeed pleasing to the eye."

Glancing at the rack on Lin Tang’s desk, he said, "Your rack is really nice, where did you get it from? I want to buy one too."

Lin Tang tilted her chin up slightly, "I’m afraid you won’t be able to buy it, my dad made it for me."

Even for such a simple storage rack, her father used mortise and tenon joints, which were smooth and seamless without a single splinter.

Qiao Cheng looked at her show-off attitude with a sour expression.

"...what’s so great about that."

Lin Tang leaned back and shrugged her right shoulder subtly, embodying that boastful vibe to a tee.

"Tsk, it really is something to boast about."

Qiao Cheng: "..."

It’s so infuriating!!

After the joke was over, Lin Tang’s tone shifted, and she became serious.

"Do you really want one? If you really do, I can ask my dad to make one for you."

The frustration Qiao Cheng had been holding in his chest deflated like a punctured balloon.

"I do!"

What’s wrong with spending a bit of money to make a good impression on the seniors?!

After Qiao Cheng expressed his interest, other people also started chiming in.

"I want one too!"

"Count me in as well."

Lin Tang took out a notebook to jot down the names of the people who wanted a rack and nodded.

"Alright, I’ve noted it down."

Ling Lei, coming from a family with financial difficulties, preferred to split a penny in two if she could, and laughed while tidying her own desk without joining the conversation.

Yang Lao was amused by the erratic thoughts of the people below him.

"What’s everyone doing, are you still listening to me?" He said, irritably.

Lin Tang and the rest immediately put on a serious face, gazing intently at Yang Lao.

Yang Lao snorted and spoke of something unrelated.

"Xiaolin, I’ll take one too."

Everyone: "?!"

Lin Tang was momentarily taken aback but then her face lit up with a brilliant smile.

"You got it!"

And noted it down in her notebook.

After wrapping things up, she looked up and said, "My family will provide the materials for the racks. They will cost one dollar each, and nine comrades have signed up saying they want one.

Since everyone is giving me face, I can’t show no appreciation.

Buy nine, get one free, and I’ll give each person a pen holder as thanks for your kindness!"

She spoke boldly, without the slightest embarrassment.

While speaking, she lifted the bamboo pen holder from her desk.

Yang Lao saw through Lin Tang’s intentions. The girl sure had a clever mind.

He looked at Ling Lei kindly, "Since everyone’s getting one, we should all be uniform. I’ll decide to give the free one to little Ling. No objections, right?"

Worried that Ling Lei might feel burdened, everyone quickly shook their heads, saying in unison, "No objection."

Lin Tang noticed the genuine sincerity on her colleagues’ faces and a smile crept over her lips.

Everyone had pure intentions, which made working much more enjoyable!

Ling Lei smiled, stood up, and bowed to everyone.

"Thank you, comrades!"

When Ling Lei looked at Lin Tang, Lin Tang gave her a wink, and Ling Lei couldn’t help but shake her head in resignation.

So considerate!

After discussing the office cleaning, Yang Lao saw that everyone was in an excited state and completely forgot what he originally planned to say.

Thus, he packed up his things and went to the workshop.

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That afternoon.

Gu Yingzhou brought the freshly washed photos during his lunch break and joined Lin Tang for a meal, not staying for long due to the many tasks at the Machinery Factory before returning.

Lin Tang, with the photos in hand, went back to Shuangshan Brigade.

Upon arriving home, she shared with Lin Lu the news that her colleagues wanted racks.

Lin Lu was thrilled at the thought of having work to do from his daughter and rubbed his hands gleefully, "That’s easy, with your Brother Musheng assisting me, we can finish them this afternoon."

This was something Tangtang’s colleagues wanted, so he had to whip out his best techniques and not let his daughter lose face.

"Great, thanks, Dad and Brother Musheng," she said.

Mu Sheng nodded expressionlessly.

Picking out the wood for the racks from the pile in the corner, he immediately set to work sanding them down.

Lin Tang placed the paper bag with the photos on the table.

"Dad, the photos from last time are washed, you guys take a look first, I have to find Uncle Heping, I’ll be back soon."

She had prepared Xiao Heping’s medicine and it was the perfect time to deliver it.

Lin Lu’s heart was completely captivated by the photos, he vaguely acknowledged her and beckoned his apprentice to look at the pictures.

Lin Tang didn’t mind and leisurely left the house.

In less than ten minutes, she stopped at the Xiao Family’s doorstep.

"Grandma Yang? Is anyone home?" Lin Tang knocked on the door.

Villagers rarely knocked on doors; they usually just pushed them open and walked in.

Lin Tang valued personal privacy and didn’t like the habit of entering without knocking.

She couldn’t control others, but she could set an example herself.

Grandma Yang recognized Lin Tang’s voice, and wondering if the medicine was ready, hurried to the door.

"Tangtang’s here, come on in, straight in, no need for knocking."

As she spoke, she was fussing with the Malt Extract and bringing food.

Seeing the items placed before her, Lin Tang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Grandma Yang, please don’t bother, I’ve already eaten in town."

She couldn’t handle such enthusiasm!

Grandma Yang said, "Even if you’ve eaten, it’s okay, you can drink this Malt Extract like water, after a trip to the toilet, your stomach will be empty again."

Lin Tang’s face was bewildered, "..."

Xiao Heping, sitting on the side, couldn’t help but chuckle.

The little girl was even more adorable than when she was a child.

Lin Tang, aware that he was laughing at her, took out the medicine and shook it at Xiao Heping.

Xiao Heping’s smile gradually faded.

Was the little girl teasing him? Right?

Mischievous girl!

Grandma Yang, staring at the medicine-like substance Lin Tang had brought out, was too stunned to move.

"Tangtang, what is this?" she asked eagerly, too nervous to even touch it.

Lin Tang hummed in confirmation, "It’s medicine for Uncle Heping."

Although Grandma Yang had guessed it, she didn’t expect it to be ready so soon.

"That quick?" she exclaimed.

Not knowing much herself, she wasn’t sure how long it usually took for others to make such a medicine, but the swiftness with which Tangtang worked surprised her.

Lin Tang gave credit to Xiao Heping and Song Yi with a smile.

"I wouldn’t dare take the credit. It’s all thanks to Uncle Heping and Comrade Songyi for preparing the ingredients so quickly and abundantly."

Believing her assertive manner, Grandma Yang took it as truth and spoke with a smile, "It’s still thanks to you, Uncle Heping, for bothering Tangtang."

Xiao Heping found it hard to keep his mouth from twitching.

Were they praising each other?

He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Grandma Yang waved at Xiao Heping, "Come on over here, take some responsibility for your own health."

Perhaps due to his frequent brushes with life and death, Xiao Heping’s temperament was as steady as an old man who had weathered many storms, unlike someone in his thirties.